(Car wash, girl) (Work and work) At the car wash You might not ever get rich But let me tell ya it's better than diggin' a ditch There ain't no tellin' who you might meet A movie star or maybe even an Indian chief

I feel it coming out my throat Guess I better wash my mouth out with soap Now I gotta wash my mouth out with soap God, I wish I never spoke God, I wish I'd never spoke I'm tired of being careful, gentle, trying to keep the water warm Let me under your

I had a job, I had a girl I had something going, mister, in this world I got laid off down at the lumber yard Our love went bad, times got hard Now I work down at the car wash Where all it ever does is rain Don't you feel like you're a rider on a

(Car wash, girl) (Work and work) At the car wash You might not ever get rich But let me tell ya it's better than diggin' a ditch There ain't no tellin' who you might meet A movie star or maybe even an Indian chief

Let me tell you it's always cool Car wash yeah You might not ever get rich But let me tell you it's better than digging a ditch There ain't no telling who you might meet A movie star or maybe even an Indian chief Working at the car wash Working at the

It's a French kiss, Italian ice Spanish moss in the moonlight Just another American Saturday night Although usually it washes up on our shores She's got Brazilian leather boots on the pedal of her German car Listen to the Beatles singin' 'Back in the

Till there's nothing left standing, Nothing left of yesterday There's not enough rain in Oklahoma To wash the sins out of that house There's not enough wind in Oklahoma To rip the nails out of the past Shatter every window till it's all blown away, Every

In a river of tears I'm going down, and you have watched me drown In a river of tears, lost beneath the stream Under the waves, I've found the strength to say The river of tears has washed me clean Go 'head and wish me well I'll cry a wishing well I'll

Over the edge I want to believe To the need what you say and the art you create You're digging your grave, my helpless enemy I want to preserve this legacy Again we'll wash away the blood And all the years will start to rust Crashing waves to the fire of

It's a French kiss, Italian ice Spanish moss in the moonlight Just another American Saturday night Although usually it washes up on our shores She's got Brazilian leather boots on the pedal of her German car Listen to the Beatles singin' 'Back in the